We've got a problem. We need the bride.
We need her eye to open the safe.
-We came here to relax. -We're rich, bitc--
-You sold me to the police, partner. -I'm pregnant.
There are three darts players,
a family…
Off the fucking phone, damn it!
and a bachelorette party.
Better to have a bad wedding than a good funeral.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
-Mr. Ramala, you can't be here. -Move. Mr. Ramala is going in there.
-I'm sorry, but you can't-- -I don't give a shit about protocol.
-I want to know if my daughter is here. -It's not a matter of protocol.
In my 20 years of service, I've never seen something… this brutal.
My memory is full of awful shit, and I'm still standing.
Find my daughter!
Have you seen my daughter?
Have you seen Katy?
My daughter, have you seen her?
No. Come on, man!
Don't you know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?
Drop your weapons right now.
Drop your weapons.
Drop them.
Kids,
go find your cousins and get in the house. Now!
Alright, then. I guess now it's time to call Mr. Ramala, isn't it?
Katy?
No, I'm not Katy.
Mr. Ramala…
first, I wanted to tell you
you have a lovely home.
Where is my daughter?
And second, I kidnapped your daughter.
Originally, we wanted to leave and let you enjoy the wedding,
which is why I need you to control your dogs.
Do not hurt her.
That's up to you.
What do you want?
Ask for whatever you want.
Wow, they look like they're ready for the Eucharist!
We're in the garden. Let's go.
-Don't you look at me. -We're going!
It was a memorable ceremony.
Thank you very much.
Keep moving. Grab plates and get on your knees.
Come on.
-Zulema, let's go! -There's no rush.
It's rude to leave before the dancing starts.
Play something.
Play something!
Zulema,
what're you doing?
You said happy people live 20 years longer, right?
Well, let's be happy.
Play something cheerful.
Cheerful!
Are you crazy? What the fuck is wrong with you?
I'm completely crazy.
You're fucking it all up.
Zulema, let's go.
It's all been fucked up for a while now, blondie.
Zulema…
Let's go.
Mr. Ramala, Katy is not one of the victims.
Where is she, Dieguito?
-Where is my daughter? -The police think they took her.
I want you to find her. Mobilize our guys.
Offer a reward.
Do what you have to do, but find her!
One more thing:
They couldn't have done this without someone on the inside. Find the traitor.
When I was little, there was this contest on TV,
where they'd call your house and ask you, "Do you want to be a millionaire?"
I waited 15 years for that fucking phone to ring.
But no luck.
Sweetie?
What?
-Do you want to be a millionaire? -Well, sure.
Well, you already are. Four million in diamonds!
-Four million, holy shit! -I didn't think it was that much.
If we cut up Slim's share, then yeah.
She's going to croak.
It'll be worse if she doesn't. We'll have to cart her to Morocco.
What do you suggest?
Should we shoot her and get rid of the body?
Thank you.
"Thank you," my ass. I plan on being compensated.
So you know, you owe me mojitos on the beach.
I'll be right back.
Shit.
My friend is bleeding out. What are you waiting for? Arrest Zulema.
I made it very easy for you. She's by the pool, tanning, like she's on vacation.
Well, she is on vacation.
Let's say she's at a bachelorette party.
What's going on?
Don't you watch TV, Maca?
These times are… What do you call it? These are…
troubling times.
Things change from one day to the next.
We need to talk.
Slim is getting her cut.
And if we get rid of anyone, it'll be you.
What's your problem?
I've done everything you've asked me to. I want my cut of the diamonds now.
Zule, she's right.
What are we waiting for?
Look,
geniuses.
Whose idea was it to bring the bride?
It was my idea.
So, you know what to do.
-Get her out of here. -Get her out of here,
shoot her
and bury her in the desert.
Don't do this to me, Zulema.
You promised me nothing would happen to her.
The whole Mexican cartel is after us.
Having the bride is like having a tracking device up your ass.
But it's not her fault at all.
No.
It's your fault.
You got us into the wedding
and you ratted her out. You said she was running away.
Remember?
You could've saved her, but you didn't.
Deep down, you've always wished she were dead.
Cheer up.
I googled you, Zulema.
Do you know what Google says?
You were a dangerous criminal. You "were", in the past. Got it?
You're like a singer that releases a greatest hits album every Christmas
because they're old news. Get it?
Enough, damn it!
You just want to be alone.
Zulema Zahir, with an "h," right?
-With a silent "h." -A silent "h." Zahir.
-Is that foreign? -Yes.
Beautiful.
I'm Paco.
I'm foreign too, since I'm from Carabanchel.
Nice. Good morning, Paco from Carabanchel.
Good morning, Zulema.
So…
you and I are going to work very hard to find you a job.
I'm going to help you start over.
Today's my lucky day, Paco. You're my guardian angel.
Alright, what are your skills?
I'm good with my hands…
and tools…
any tool.
I like working with people.
A "people…
person."
That's great.
See?
You're better than you think.
Thank you.
Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find something for you, Zulema.
The most exciting part of my day?
Well, I think the most exciting part was when I fell asleep at work.
And I had a really weird dream.
Living on the edge, are you?
Dreams tend to express our deepest desires.
They help us know what we are looking for or what scares us.
Do you want to share with us?
No, I can't remember what I dreamt.
Where is the rest of the team?
Inspector Pérez?
Pérez is dead.
What?
What happened?
We killed him ourselves.
Do you know how much a policeman makes a year?
No, I'm not a union. I don't give a shit.
Mere peanuts.
It's not even enough to spend a week in Benidorm in August.
-Isn't that right, Mati? -Yup.
And we risk our necks every damn day.
Yes.
And we're fucking fed up.
So, no one is coming here.
There will be no police operation.
This case isn't on file at the station.
We had a fucking deal, and you're leaving me stranded
-in the middle of the desert. -Yes.
And pregnant, right?
That's why you cut a deal with the police.
To start from scratch with your baby.
Macarena, you're really fucked right now.
But this can end well, if you bring us the diamonds,
and we split them three ways.
I don't have them.
So, talk to your partner and tell her from now on, you keep the loot.
And what's in it for me?
You don't understand.
I'm not saying what's in it for you.
I'm giving you a fucking order.
You'll talk to Zulema and bring us the diamonds…
or you won't live to see that baby's face.
Hey!
Wake up!
I'm really sorry, Katy.
I'm sorry about all this.
What are you doing, Mónica?
Why are you doing this to me? We're sisters.
For money?
Is this about money?
If that's it, you could've asked my dad, and he would given it to you as usual.
Mónica!
He's helped you and Diego since you were kids,
-since your parents' accident. Not just-- -It wasn't an accident.
We both know Ramala killed them.
Even if you were right, that wouldn't bring them back.
Let's go! Get up!
Where are we going?
What're they doing to me, Mónica?
I love you so much, Katy.
Mónica?
-Let's go! Move it! -Mónica.
-Mónica! -Move it! Shut up!
Mónica, please!
Fuck.
Dieguito!
Where are you, Mónica?
I'm fine.
I ran out of there. It was horrible.
Did they figure out who it was?
Just tell me if she's alive.
Who?
-What are you saying? -Mónica…
You're my sister. I'll always stick up for you,
but I need to know if Katy's still alive. Because if you killed her,
I can't help you.
Does Ramala know?
Not yet, but it's only a matter of time.
Yes, brother.
Katy is alive.
-I want to see you, Mónica. -I can't.
Mónica, please stop all of this!
Once Ramala finds out, there'll be no turning back.
Mónica, please!
Fuck!
Here you go.
Ama,
tell me again about when I was little.
-Again, my boy? -Again.
OK.
When you were born,
I immediately knew you were special.
You were always looking at the ceiling.
You looked at it like…
like you were watching TV.
Are you gonna hurt her?
No.
I'm just going to make her feel
the same pain she caused us, son.
I'll kill her. Got it?
When we get there, go 200 meters away. I'll call you when it's done.
-I'm not a kid. -No, you're not a kid,
but you've never killed.
This isn't like shooting cereal boxes.
Why doesn't she want to split up the diamonds?
-I don't fucking trust Zulema at all-- -Nobody trusts Zulema.
-It's better not to piss her off. -She has you all scared shitless.
Let me remind you, this chick made a bunch of chicken bones into a spiked glove
and stabbed me here, in the gut. OK?
-Have you seen her? -Know what? She doesn't scare me.
If she pisses me off, I'll drown her in the fucking pool!
Get out.
-What? -Get out of the car right now!
What are you talking about?
What are you doing? What's your problem?
You have no fucking clue who Zulema is,
and she'll kill you for being a jackass and a brat.
Go home and don't return to the Oasis!
I'll go wherever I want! You have to be fucking kidding me.
Unlock the door!
Goya, unlock it!
You're fucking kidding me!
Unlock right now,
or I swear to God you won't ever see me again in your fucking life!
Unlock the door!
Unlock it, you fat bitch!
Can't you see I'm doing this because I love you?
Because I love you!
I don't want anything to happen to you!
Well, if you love me, unlock the door.
Unlock it.
Thank you.
Why?
No one has ever loved me like you do.
May I?
No.
OK.
They gave you the big room. Nice.
They're real.
Hey, why'd you bring us to this hotel?
I like western movies.
That's sweet.
And tomorrow, a helicopter is coming to take us to Morocco. You know that.
I'd come here when I was mad at you.
I've known the owner for years.
She's a weird lady.
She disgusts me.
Well,
I pity her.
Since when do you pity people, Zulema?
She had a son that died.
Now, at the age of 80, she asks herself
who will take care of her other son when she's not around.
The girls said you don't want to split up the diamonds.
I'll split them up once we get to Morocco.
I'm not going to Morocco.
I want my cut
and I want to leave.
Then leave.
Where are the diamonds?
Zulema.
I'm asking you nicely.
And what if I say no?
Did you give me up, bitch?
Who'd you promise the loot to?
How many are there?
Is your suitcase in your car?
No, I'm not staying. I'm looking for a lady, Laura Ros.
Laura Ros?
They call her Slim. I think she's here with friends.
The girls from the bachelorette party?
-Yes, from the bachelorette party. -Yes.
She's a short-haired brunette. Very skinny.
The one that was smoking. She got blood on the seat of the car.
Nothing get bloods out, not even hydrogen peroxide.
It doesn't come out.
We'll vacuum your car for three more euros.
I'll vacuum your car for 3 more euros.
For three more euros, we'll vacuum your car.
Hey! Today would be nice! Move your ass, damn it!
Shall I vacuum your car?
I'm talking to you!
Well, here I am.
How about we vacuum your car for 3 euros?
Can't you see I'm on the phone?
Now, you can wait. Yes, sorry. Go on.
Yes, send me an email.
Are you sure you don't need us to vacuum your car?
Sorry, dude. It's just you didn't rate me.
What?
From 1 to 3, how'd you rate my service?
One, not very satisfied. Three, completely satisfied.
No pressure though.
Completely satisfied.
Well, you don't look it.
You don't look it, dude.
Get out of the fucking car.
We're all victims of ourselves.
No matter how hard we try to change…
to adapt…
to be what's expected of us, in the end…
the most authentic part of us always wins.
The most primitive part.
I don't need a dream to tell me who I really am.
I know who I am.
So, you want us to be a duo?
Like Bonnie and Clyde?
Or Thelma and Louise?
I don't want to be a duo.
No way.
You and I
as a limited liability company.
Zulema & Macarena, LLC.
This is absurd.
This is absurd, you coming here and asking me to be your partner.
Let me remind you that in Cruz del Sur,
you tried to kill me a few times.
And you injected air in my veins to make my heart explode.
You made me abort.
Your family killed my boyfriend like he's a piglet.
You ordered a hit on my dad and niece.
You tried to hang me in the bathroom while I was peeing.
Fine.
So, there's no reason for us to be partners.
We hate each other.
That's why.
Hate is the greatest motivator.
We have another option.
We don't see each other again...
until we meet on a tour bus for seniors, heading to the beach.
Well…
I guess…
we have nothing to lose.
Besides, I haven't held a gun in a while.
From the wedding to the grave.
I know this is shitty, but you need to understand.
It's nothing personal.
Come on.
Let's go.
Listen to me.
-What? -This is about money, right?
A little bit.
So, why just settle for some diamonds?
I can get you a lot more.
Do you know how much my dad makes?
-Do you? What's your name? -I'll take it from here.
Let's go.
Let's go!
Let's go! Move it!
On your knees!
My dad can give 20 times more than
-what you'll get. -Shut up!
-I can prove it, really. -Shut up!
You'll be free and rich.
Be quiet!
How much do you want?
Fifty million? One hundred million?
Do you know how hard it is to sell diamonds?
My dad can deposit your money in an account in Panama.
I don't want to hear you!
I can make you richer! I swear!
-Enough already! -Wait, Goya.
-Maybe she's telling the truth. -Sure.
She'd also say she fucked a martian if that'd save her.
What if we go back to the fucking Oasis and Zulema has played us? Then what?
We can't trust Zulema! She's not going to share the diamonds!
We're her bitches now. She's got her fucking ace in the hole, Goya!
You don't even trust her!
No. If Zulema wanted us dead, she would have killed us already.
Goya!
No, my father will give you whatever you want.
No, don't come over here! I've told you
a thousand times already. Don't or I'll toss you!
When are we going to see Mom?
I'm going to find her.
But you have to promise you won't leave the room, OK?
Can I watch cartoons?
Sure.
But you have to wipe me first, right?
No professional darts player would just leave them hanging here.
Next time…
Be more careful!
You have two options.
Calmly come with us to the bungalow,
or we'll shoot you right here.
Which do you prefer?
-Move. -OK, damn!
Let's go.
Don't fucking touch me!
Slim!
Let's go!
Slim!
Wake up!
Shit.
ON THE NEXT EPISODE
Dad!